Small Poems · Notes

Listen You may feel pain But it ain't Yours #smallpoems

Listen You may feel pain But it ain't Yours #smallpoems

Cline times while truth diverges in chasms of invented geographic boundaries. Selections of gospel flow in Adaptations of hunger. need to be right not

Cline times while truth diverges in chasms of invented geographic boundaries. Selections of gospel flow in Adaptations of hunger. need to be right not get it right Creating boundaries in ranges of possibility #smallpoems

Wolf walked by window strutting along woods' edge Many will no tbelieve Claim Grey Wolves don't roam in Connecticut Tell me Coyotoe or a Coywolf hopef

Wolf walked by window strutting along woods' edge Many will no tbelieve Claim Grey Wolves don't roam in Connecticut Tell me Coyotoe or a Coywolf hopefully I can hunt some tracks or scat truth in steps or poop #poemsofpresence #smallpoems

Crank arm kicking' derailer dropping gears shifting in frozen time as fork bends left seeking speed for new paths while pedals just spin around, aroun

Crank arm kicking' derailer dropping gears shifting in frozen time as fork bends left seeking speed for new paths while pedals just spin around, around again #poemsofpresence #smallpoems

explosions of self collapse inward in ever expanding implosions of polygon packing creases of time into tessellations of me, you we, I. #smallpoems #w

explosions of self collapse inward in ever expanding implosions of polygon packing creases of time into tessellations of me, you we, I. #smallpoems #writingcommunity

Reality dips in drips of pastel plastics painted on the precipice of skies folding inward weaving through crowns who eclipse tones of truth drinking i

Reality dips in drips of pastel plastics painted on the precipice of skies folding inward weaving through crowns who eclipse tones of truth drinking in sun #poemsofpresence #smallpoems

Rains sounds so different as droplets dance on leaves singing for the first time. #poemsofpresence #smallpoems

Rains sounds so different as droplets dance on leaves singing for the first time. #poemsofpresence #smallpoems

Splashes in brisk sunlit stints of battle. Water flies in smiles painted' arcs dancing in skies Laughter swims in buckets of cool ammunition #smallpoe

Splashes in brisk sunlit stints of battle. Water flies in smiles painted' arcs dancing in skies Laughter swims in buckets of cool ammunition #smallpoems #poemsofpresence

Hurt body healed mind spent few days offline cooking on campfires stacking stone walls tilling soil, mending fences, muscles ache skin lacerated pain

Hurt body healed mind spent few days offline cooking on campfires stacking stone walls tilling soil, mending fences, muscles ache skin lacerated pain fade art stands #smallpoems

Slip past fault lines in dreams and climb though hollow fissures of solid truth #smallpoems

Slip past fault lines in dreams and climb though hollow fissures of solid truth #smallpoems

#smallpoems We lay back flat tasting reality dripping from Azriel's spy glass. Kaleidoscopes of labor seeking favor in truths condensed in flavors of

#smallpoems We lay back flat tasting reality dripping from Azriel's spy glass. Kaleidoscopes of labor seeking favor in truths condensed in flavors of tall grasses sipping on lost winds whispering in brushes who sing a Cartoon sheen colored on top of misplaced dreams, a broken cardboard James Dean. New scene. teenage fiends retreating to towns of technocolor

#poemsofpresence #smallpoems Ferns unfurl fast across forest floors spores of fiddleheads scores of glistening beds no flowers found in such beauty Li

#poemsofpresence #smallpoems Ferns unfurl fast across forest floors spores of fiddleheads scores of glistening beds no flowers found in such beauty Like a child overlooked Art in stasis fossilized history of uninformed possibility

A part of me that isn't me A destiny that controls WE #smallpoems

A part of me that isn't me A destiny that controls WE #smallpoems

Sounds swoon Kora talks in voices of West African djelis wind blowing through strings feeds me, feeds me with sounds of choir dissolve words into soun

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Sounds swoon Kora talks in voices of West African djelis wind blowing through strings feeds me, feeds me with sounds of choir dissolve words into sounds scat a a tat do do just dat A silence in presence a divinity in devotion beyond time #smallpoems #foolingwithwords Found Poem from Kurtis Lamkin

Poetry an Argument with self a stitch in a flood, a gap in a place of puzzlement bewildered, sorrow overspilled I don't know what I ponder until I sit

Poetry an Argument with self a stitch in a flood, a gap in a place of puzzlement bewildered, sorrow overspilled I don't know what I ponder until I sit down in quiet moments stolen from the day #smallpoems #foolingwithwords Found Poem from Jane Hirshfield

Strange where do lines come from? Pull back from where you are, lost in mire describe the world and lift yourself out. Turn the experience into art. M

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Strange where do lines come from? Pull back from where you are, lost in mire describe the world and lift yourself out. Turn the experience into art. Make a Poem a Poem by giving that experience extra layers which work on the page and invite others in #smallpoems #foolingwithwords Found poem from Deborah Garrison

Poetry a mythology of I souls passage in time unbelievable off rhymes Make the ordinary GLOW in opposites stuck together #smallpoems #foolingwithwords

Poetry a mythology of I souls passage in time unbelievable off rhymes Make the ordinary GLOW in opposites stuck together #smallpoems #foolingwithwords Found poem from Stanley Kunitz

wisdom born from authority, not cleaved from knowledge spills over with Truth dousing away candor in an eddy of riposte bubbling, fermenting swirling

wisdom born from authority, not cleaved from knowledge spills over with Truth dousing away candor in an eddy of riposte bubbling, fermenting swirling in righteousness only found by gouging out the Owl's third eye #smallpoems

#smallpoems #poemsofpresence Sol set on our son's 9th birthday Twilight hasn't risen stars still out of reach like normalcy shrouded behind a crochet

#smallpoems #poemsofpresence Sol set on our son's 9th birthday Twilight hasn't risen stars still out of reach like normalcy shrouded behind a crochet purple jumper pulled loosely over the canopy seeing leaves awaken. Their clocks stirring in an inevitability of hope kids winding down as birds beckon last call I close the journal and head inside

#smallpoems words unheard in touches of smudges as fingers dance both singer and thinker bisexual particles pouncing on partners of opportunity in typ

#smallpoems words unheard in touches of smudges as fingers dance both singer and thinker bisexual particles pouncing on partners of opportunity in typical but invisible lunacy of love bouncing on hymnal voices of hues moisten alloys and joyces in flexible lines pf visual verse pinnacle of trivial chalk dust trails which unveil miserable masterpieces in crust